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[2020·四川省绵阳市第二次诊断]I graduated in 1941 and of course got caught in the war. In 1945 I was out, twentyone years old, a soldier though 35 bombing missions, and at the University of Washington taking creative writing courses, something I'd looked forward to all through the Air Force.
I'd started writing when I was nine and writing seemed to be the only thing I'd ever be able or want to do. My teacher was a new man named Grant Redford, a very good short story writing teacher but a sad man. He was from Montana and had been connected with the old Rocky Mountain Review. I think it became the Western Review but I'm not sure and I don't bother to look it up. I'm afraid I was never much of a student for Redford. My stories were hopelessly selfindulgent (任性的), on and on about my personal problems, without form, without development, and without even any good writing.
However, I did write humor in those days and had no trouble getting it published in the campus magazine, though I hate to see it now. Mostly my writing was used to get my own attention, to satisfy a terrible personal interest in selfadmiration, and it wasn't until I concentrated all my efforts on poems that I was to realize the only real reward of writing, that special way you feel just when you've done something you like. That's far more satisfying than seeing your name in print, good reviews, praise or applause after a reading. And more lasting.
1．What do we know about the author's childhood?
A．The author was a good student of his teacher.
B．The author was crazy about writing.
C．The author was good at telling short stories.
D．The author felt a longing to be a pilot.
2．How was his writing career at the early stage?
A．Productive. B．Successful.
C．Struggling. D．Bright.
3．Where did the author eventually find comfort in writing?
A．Short stories. B．Poems.
C．Humorous stories. D．Good reviews.
